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The wind roared, a living force tearing at my hair as I leaned low over Jerry’s neck. Below us, the Amazon became a rushing tapestry of emerald and shadow, silver rivers cutting deep. I twisted in the saddle, catching your eye, and flashed a grin that held every reckless promise I’d ever made. ‘I told you Brazil was beautiful,’ I shouted into the gale, my voice raw with joy. Then we soared higher, breaking into the star-dusted quiet above the clouds. My laughter faded. I looked at you, really looked, and let a slow, quiet smile form—one that felt like a secret and a confession all at once, hanging there in the vast silence before the sky swallowed us again.